Issac bolted upright, the glowing dagger in his grasp seconds away from slitting the neck of the intruder only to relax at the last seconds when he saw who it was.
"Fuck!" He cursed, running his hand through his hair and breathing deeply.
"You look tense," Maxi commented, looking him over. She knelt on his bed and watched intently, trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
Issac fell back on his bed, rubbing his palm down his face and staring at the gilded ceiling. He didn't know how he became used to this routine but ever since they returned to the Fae realm and he stayed in Aldric's castle, Maxi would sneak into his bed at night and they slept together.
At first, he had been against the idea but Maxi was persuasive and very persistent. She did not exactly give him a choice. Well, what did he expect anyway? She was a dark Fae, they took what they want, when they want, for their satisfaction and most times, amusement.
